The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

All of Arnold's resentment had flown right out the window the moment he saw Asher.

Asher said, "You must've been worn out over the past few days. You haven't eaten yet, right?"

He lifted the plastic bag in his hand, waving it in front of Arnold. "I remember you saying you don't eat carbs, but if you're feeling pressured or exhausted, you would reward yourself with some fried chicken. I bought fried chicken for you. I'm not sure which flavor you like, so I bought a few."

Arnold's throat bobbed, salivating with anticipation.

In the end, he still let the man in.

However, Arnold maintained a little of his pride and gave Asher a cold face, sitting on the chair indifferently as he tried hard not to look at the handsome man.

"As a doctor, saving lives is my duty. Even if it's not Chairman Thompson, I'll still do my best. You don't need to be so polite."

"Are you mad?" Ignoring his indifference, Asher asked softly instead.

Arnold's eyelashes fluttered. "Who... Who's mad?"

mad, why are you

in knots, his face flushed, and he subconsciously

tightly pursed, and

the boxes, placing them in front of Arnold. He had

worked hard." His voice was hoarse, carrying a hint of

and he met Asher's deep gaze

sick. I am the eldest son. I have to take care of my father, comfort my family, and still make time to go to the company to maintain our morale. Arnold, I'm

a fried chicken and took a bite. "Why are

as he stared at him. "Eat more. You've lost

next time. My favorite is

lips curling in a satisfied angle. "Oh, you're sweet I guess you

"Yes." Asher nodded seriously.

in Asher's eyes. "Then do you like the suit

His dark eyes glinted with charm, drawing Arnold in without his realization. "Is there